Hellfire Code

“Look, I swear I don’t,” Neely said, throwing up his hands. “I know Downing has a base of operations somewhere south of here.”

“How far?”

“Can’t be sure, but I’m positive he’s operating out there.”

“The woman and child living here,” Bolan said quickly. “How do you figure in with them?”

“My wife and little girl.”

“Why aren’t they living with you in the States?”

“Because I had some difficulty with her immigration status,” Neely replied in a tone Bolan read as truthful. “It’s been hell trying to get her over there since the crackdown on terrorism. Lots of bureaucracy and red tape.”

“You shouldn’t have trouble given your connections,” Bolan challenged.

“I decided not to use them,” Neely said. “I was trying to keep it quiet.”

“Why?”

Neely gestured in a nondescript fashion. “Because I wanted to avoid Downing finding out about them. Somehow he got on to Malaya and Corinne before I could do anything about it.”

“So you came here to make sure they were okay,” Bolan finished.

“Yeah,” Neely said with a sigh of relief. “I had some vacation time coming and I thought I could beat him to it. First he contacted me and asked for my help. When I turned him down flat, he threatened my family.”

“Why you?”

“Who knows, but I’m sure it’s because he didn’t know who else might have the information he needed. Nobody has intelligence on the terrorists like the NSA. Hell, you probably know that better than most. There were times I figured you knew more than I did and I was just confirming your facts.”

“Maybe so,” Bolan interjected. “Keep talking.”

“Word on the inside is that Downing’s horned off a few important people. In NSA-speak that means he’s out of any favor with most of our internal bunch, and what few friends he has he either alienated with the Atlanta stunt or just plain murdered.”

“Where’s your family now?”

“I’ve moved them, hopefully where Downing and his goons can’t get their hands on them.”

Bolan shook his head. “Not likely, buddy. They managed to find out about them just like they managed to track you here. That tells me he has eyes and ears in town. The score’s zero and two in the other team’s favor. He’ll find them again. You can’t protect them and still do your job.”

“What job’s that?”

“Helping me get inside Downing’s operation here.”

“But I don’t even know where that is,” Neely protested.

“No, but you can contact him and set up a meet,” Bolan said. “That’s a step closer than I am right now.”

“Okay, so you get a step closer. Then what?”

“Leave that to me,” Bolan replied, boring through Neely with ice-blue eyes.

“What, are you some kind of one-man army?” Neely asked in a joking tone.

Bolan’s smile lacked warmth, and with good reason. “Maybe Downing thinks he’s invincible and maybe he thinks he’s out of reach from the American government. But he’s not out of my reach. Let’s leave it there.”

“Okay, I’ll set up the meet, but then I want out.”

“Fine. So let’s get back to this deal with your wife and daughter. You’ve told me the truth?”

“Nothing but, Cooper. On my mother’s grave. You have to believe me.”

“Maybe I do,” Bolan said. “When did you last see Downing?”

“Last evening,” he said without hesitation.

That seemed to match up with what Price had told him, so Bolan decided for the moment Neely was shooting straight. He still didn’t completely trust the guy, but he could see how it might have gone down like this. The thing he had to do now was get to Downing before anything else happened. Simultaneously, he’d have to contact Stony Man to see if they could arrange safe passage out of the country for Neely and his family.

Bolan decided to play his wild card.

“You know a scientist by the name of Peter Hagen?”

Neely appeared to search his memory, nodded slowly. “Yeah, I think so. If I remember right, he was some kind of big-wig with the special projects division at the Agency. In fact, now that you mention it, I think he worked under Downing’s tenure.”

“That’s him,” Bolan said. “You know of any reason why Downing would want him dead?”

“Not off hand, but I’m sure it has something to do with these big plans he keeps bragging about.”

“What big plans?”

“I didn’t get details. Downing doesn’t like to give out details. He’s the kind to hold on to what little pathetic power he has. All I know is what I’ve told you. Sounds like he has something up his sleeve, something he plans to use to spearhead his operations against the terrorists.”

“You don’t think he’ll stop with the NCF.” It wasn’t a question.

Neely produced something between a laugh and a snort. “Hell no! Downing’s just getting started, my friend. Whatever he’s planning, you can be sure it’ll be big and spectacular.”

Okay, so Downing obviously felt he had what he needed to make a move, which meant he was probably going to act soon. He’d eliminated Hagen—who in all likelihood had produced the technical goods Downing needed—and he thought he probably had Neely under control. Soon, very soon, he’d receive the word that his killing team in the States was no more. That would most likely put him in a rage, and he’d lean on this Alek Stezhnya to act. When Downing broke out whatever he thought was big and spectacular, the Executioner would have something big and spectacular of his own waiting. And he’d shove it right down the enemy’s throat.

CHAPTER SIX

Mack Bolan peered through the rangefinder scope mounted to his Heckler & Koch PSG-1 sniper rifle.

Neely had agreed to contact Downing with the excuse he’d changed his mind and was willing to cooperate. Bolan counseled Neely to sweeten the pot by relating he had new information on the mysterious interloper who’d taken down Stezhnya’s crew in Atlanta. Downing had seemed hesitant at first, but finally agreed to meet Neely at the same location later that afternoon. The timing was perfect, as Bolan had used the delay to get Neely’s family safely out of the country, just as he promised.

“You kept your word, Cooper,” Neely had told him. “I owe you, so now I’m going to keep mine.”

Bolan could appreciate Neely’s sense of duty, and he could also understand why this would have torn the emotional seams of even the strongest men. The soldier had learned the hard way it was suicide to build such ties in his line of work. Bolan had dared to love too much in the past, which caused people to suffer and die. From the very beginning he’d lost many good people, allies and friends alike. He’d learned to distance himself over time. Solitude was a soldier’s lot, except when it came to other soldiers who had taken a similar oath.

From his vantage point on the rooftop across the street, Bolan observed a Jeepney cab, this one standard yellow, stop at the curb. Two men climbed out and Bolan checked his watch. Right on time. The Executioner didn’t recognize the first man to exit, a dark-haired muscular type, but there was no mistaking the tall, distinguished frame of the man who followed: Garrett Downing.